It’s been a really good day. We did an interview on WVCS, the local California radio station, and later we played with much vim, zest, and vigour at the Underground Cafe.
I have nothing else to say about that right now, because I’m completely exhausted. My fingers are a little sore, my brain hurts from being just SO damned charismatic, and my throat’s sore from forgetting to drink tonight. And from Peter’s curry powder. Yup… that had a little something to do with that too.
We met so many wonderful people tonight – it was like there was a little door in the local firmament that just kept spewing forth people that wanted to shake hands and talk and tell us what a good night it was. After having been told what a rough crowd the Underground Cafe was, it was really, really gratifying.
Enough. My hands are almost quivery with the anticipation of SLEEP.
Sleeping at Peter’s place in California, PA is just… fun. He’s in a fixer-upper on the top of a hill, overlooking golden leaves and mists and the rest of the town. On our last visit, we got to hang out with Peter till deep in the AM, trading travelling stories and swapping thoughts. This time around, Peter’s got a fearsome amount of work to get through, and has time for dinner and a night-time greeting.
We got up, drove out, drove back (I forgot my phone) and drove out again. An hour-and-a-half to Paw Paw, West Virginia ended up being over double that as we stopped here, and there, and everywhere to just look around and buy cider.
We’ve just checked into Avalon (the nud-… ahem… “clothing optional resort”, and we’re looking forward to dinner and a real BED!!!
